by Eden Summers
“Leo?”
He frowned. “I don’t want to ruin this.”
She pulled back at the underlying anger in his voice, unsure who it was directed at. “Umm.”
“I don’t want to push you or scare you away. Usually, I don’t have to worry about what happens after I’m with a woman.” His consuming ocean-blue irises made her come undone. “You’re different, Shay. I’ve waited a lifetime for this. Fucking months spent immersed in thoughts of having you hot and ready for me. I’ve relived those moments in the storeroom over and over and fucking over again. And now that you’re here, your pussy hovering over the hardest erection I’ve had since seventh grade, I’m worried about where to start.”
Her cheeks lifted with a smile, one that grew until she was beaming back at him. She ran her hands from his stubble to the loose strands of his hair. “You start by kissing me senseless.” She brushed her lips over his and moaned at the way he took possession of her mouth. He scorched her with ferocious licks of his tongue, bringing his hand up to palm the back of her head, to hold her tight.
Her nipples beaded to the point of pain, her sex becoming so hot she was sure she was leaving a wet patch on his trousers. As their tongues tangled, she trailed her hands down, back over his jawline, along his neck to the top button of his shirt. One by one, she undid the buttons and then pulled the shirt wide.
She wanted to look at him, to see the light dusting of hair she could feel beneath her fingers while she stroked his chest. She wanted to mark the skin with her nails, to see his eyes widen or maybe narrow with the pinch of pain. But she couldn’t drag her mouth away from his, couldn’t stop returning the strokes of tongue and mashing of lips that made her mind blank and her heart all the more attached to this gorgeous man.
“My pants.” He spoke into her mouth. “Undo them.”
She smiled against his lips. She’d never be a weak woman, easily snapping to comply with a man’s demanding order, yet in this moment, with his hands holding her tight and his panted breaths mingling with hers, she could’ve easily seen herself falling to her knees in submission. Her fingers fumbled with his buckle, releasing the clasp and lowering his zipper.
“Touch me, Shay.”
She whimpered, undone by his need. She ran her hand along his crotch, touching the heavy material of his pants and then the softness of silk before stilling on his thick erection. Closing her eyes, she dared not look, trying hard not to grin. The man had a lot to be confident about. He’d brought her undone with his fingers before, but this…this generous length of manliness was going to take her to heaven.
“What are you smirking at?” He tugged her hair until her eyes snapped open.
She giggled, she couldn’t help it. The sound was girly and far too feminine, and fuck it, she didn’t care. She was high, so damn delirious with lust that she could continue to sound like a virginal school girl and not give a shit.
She wanted the hardened length between her lips, pulsing in her mouth, his hands guiding her to take him deep until he shot down the back of her throat. Without answering, she tilted her head, moving until his hands fell to his sides. Then she backed off his lap, taking herself to the carpeted floor and kneeling between his feet.
His gaze followed her as she gripped the waistband of his pants and boxers, tugged at the material until he raised his ass and helped her lower them down his thighs. His cock stood proud from a patch of dark, trimmed curls, the length jerking toward her. Pre-come beaded his slit, the glistening moisture begging to be tasted. She leaned forward, hovering over him, and blew softly on the flesh she could already taste on her tongue.
“Tease me and I’ll return the favor tenfold.” He jutted his hips so the head of his shaft bumped her lips.
“That sounds like fun.” She poked out her tongue and lightly lapped the salt of his flesh before retreating.
He groaned, the veins in his neck bulging as he threw his head back and gripped the sofa material near his knees. “I’ll make sure it isn’t.” He lifted his head, pinning her with unadulterated lust. “I’ll drive you insane. I’ll tie you to the bed, bring you to the point of climax for hours on end until you’re begging me to fuck you.”
Shay pressed her lips together, trying not to smile at what he thought was a threat. If only he knew what she would give to be laid out for his pleasure for hours.
“Don’t you like to beg?” She stretched out her tongue to flick the head of his shaft.
He cupped the side of her face, bringing her closer to his length. “This is me begging.”
She opened her mouth, emboldened and empowered by the guttural way he growled.
“And when it comes to sex,” he grated, “I like everything.”
Shay raised a brow, running her tongue down his length and sucking him deep. She built his pleasure, feeling his dick pulse between her lips, ripping a moan from his throat, then she released him with a pop. “Care to elaborate?” She had too many questions when it came to his lifestyle. Only she still wasn’t sure if she could handle the answers.
He guided her face back to his cock, encouraging her to take him again. “I’ve got other things on my mind right now.” He smiled down at her, the blue-green of his irises darkening as she took him to the back of her mouth.
She worked the length with her lips and tongue, cupping his sac in her hands, stroking it gently with her fingers. Her sex clenched and the slickness of arousal dampened the inside of her thighs. Pleasure had never been this potent. Sex had never been this exciting. She didn’t know if it stemmed from who she was with, how long she’d wanted this, or maybe it was the thrill of arousing a man who seemed to have an insatiable sexual appetite. Either way, her body was burning, craving his touch and aching in the most delicious places.
“Take me all the way in.” He moved his other hand to the opposite side of her face. “I want to see those gorgeous lips stretched.”
The need to please him was immense. She wanted to make an impact, to stand apart from all the women he’d slept with. Previously, she thought her competition was the unending line of beauties who rubbed up against him on the dance floor of Shot of Sin. Now she knew better. He had eager women at his disposal, ones he didn’t have to chat up or flirt with. Women who strolled around in their underwear, who shared the same sexual disposition.
It made her all the more eager to control her breathing and take him as far as she could. Even after relaxing her throat, she still had at least two inches to go. Determination made her push past her gag reflex, taking his full length with eager strokes.
“Fuck, Shay.” His hips began to buck, pistoning into her mouth, making her lips numb. “Jesus. You’re driving me insane…stop.”
She didn’t listen, needing to make him mindless.
“Shay, stop.” He grasped her arms, brought her to her feet and yanked her forward to straddle his lap. “Shooting down the back of your throat has been a fantasy of mine. But not tonight.” He reached for his pocket and pulled out a condom. “Tonight, I want you riding my cock. I want to see your pretty mouth gasp in pleasure while I make you come.”
He could make her orgasm with his dirty words alone. Already, her nipples throbbed and her clit tingled with heightened awareness. She bit her lip as he ripped open the silver packet and rolled the condom down his length. She was starved for him. Impatience clawed at her skin. Need pulsed through her veins. “Hurry the hell up.”
Leo chuckled and grabbed the base of his covered shaft. “Ready and waiting, your feistiness.”
She could already feel him inside her, could anticipate the delicious stretch of her muscles around him. Her hands were shaking, like a crack addict waiting for a fix. Grabbing his shoulders, she lifted and hovered her pussy above his cock. She closed her eyes, letting the engorged head swipe through her slick juices and across her clit before lowering in one exquisite motion.
Leo moaned as her walls contracted around him, sucking him deeper, holding him tight. He leaned in and rested his head against
the side of hers, brushing his lips over the sensitive skin around her ear. “Fucking. Heaven.”
She shuddered, taking his compliment to heart. Slowly, she began to undulate, grinding her hips back and forth, leisurely riding him. She set the pace, and Leo followed her lead, kissing her neck in the same soft motion, his hands relaxed and sensual as they explored her body.
Then his lips found hers. He trailed his palms to her breasts and the languid tempo flew out the window. She bucked against him, sucking his tongue into her mouth, delighting in his faint taste of alcohol. He tweaked her nipples and rubbed his calloused palms over the hardened flesh. When his hands grabbed her ass to set his own more punishing rhythm, she let go.
Her pussy clamped tight. Her breathing became erratic as her orgasm began to take over. With one hand, Leo lightly gripped the front of her neck, almost like a choke hold, and lifted her chin so all she could see was him.
She grasped for the top of the sofa behind his shoulders, arching her back while his gaze held her captive. His other hand continued to push her against his cock, the punishing movements making her sight darken in pleasure. She cried out in release, mewling, moaning, screaming to the heavens until the pulsing in her pussy subsided and she had the chance to watch Leo come undone.
His face contorted in lines of strain. He tightened his hand around her throat. “Fuck.” He roared and the sound reverberated around the room. He smashed his mouth against hers, and gradually, almost imperceptibly, his jolts slowed. The exquisite harshness of his kiss became a languorous mingling of tongues and lips. And when he pulled back, his face was filled with a softness she’d never been on the receiving end of.
“Shay?” His hand fell from her neck.
She quirked a brow and whimpered in reply, her head and eyelids now heavy with exhaustion.
“I think we’re both in for a lot of trouble.”
Chapter Eight
Leo pushed from the sofa, his softening dick still inside the sweetest pussy he’d ever plundered. Holy fuck, he was a lost man. Completely disoriented from the brilliance of her sexual appeal.
“Point me toward your room.” He yanked up the waist of his pants so they didn’t end up around his ankles.
Shay lifted her head from his shoulder and swung a lazy hand toward a darkened hall starting beside the kitchen. “Last door on the right.”
She was a deadweight against his chest. Her arms were limp around his shoulders, her legs barely clinging around his waist. He carried her from the room, noticing the lack of frilly, girlie crap through the house. He’d always known her as a guy’s girl. Someone more comfortable in a masculine environment, who had a low tolerance for bitchy drama. But tonight, he’d seen her fragile side.
She was still a feminine force to be reckoned with. Only now he’d seen the full picture instead of the layers of bravado she liked to strengthen herself behind. The realization made it harder for him to contemplate things between them not working.
“Fall asleep, baby girl. I’ll get you to bed.” He was enjoying holding the bundle of vulnerability in his arms. Shay had always been strong, confident, even a little pig-headed. He needed that—someone to keep him on his toes. Yet, he also needed a feminine presence. Someone he could protect. Someone with defenseless moments.
Shay was the brilliant mix of everything he desired. He just needed to figure out a way to remove the petrified look in her eyes every time they discussed Vault of Sin and replace it with something that didn’t resemble a brick wall.
“You know I hate when you call me little girl or baby girl, right?” she mumbled against his shoulder. “If you hadn’t sucked the life right outta me, I’d smack you.”
He smiled, holding back a smart retort. He didn’t want to rile her again. The sun would be rising in less than an hour, and she needed rest. And he had to take a clarifying step back. He was falling, way too fast, and at the moment he couldn’t find the self-preserving pessimism to make himself stop.
Turning into the last room on the right, he inhaled the heady scent of Shay and held in a moan. The intoxicating mix of vanilla and strawberry would forever remind him of the woman in his arms. The sassy wench who smelled like nirvana. He laid her down, resting her head on a pillow before retreating.
“I’ll be back in a sec.” He went in search of her bathroom to clean himself up. Minutes later, he was standing at her bedroom door, leaning against the frame, simply watching her.
She lay on her side, her dark silken hair falling over her shoulder. Her breathing was gentle, her lips slightly parted, the faint hint of a contented smile tilting her lips.
“How long are you going to stand there?” she asked, her dark lashes resting against the tops of her smooth cheeks.
Forever. “I should go.”
Her eyelids fluttered open and she sucked in a lazy breath. “What if I asked you to stay?”
Ask me, Shay. Grant me one last glimpse of your vulnerability before your mask of strength returns in the morning. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes.” She pulled the sheet up to her chin. “I have questions.”
He padded to the other side of her bed, shucked his loosened pants and climbed under the covers. “Ask all you want after you get some sleep.”
She shook her head and turned to face him. “No. As tired as I am, I won’t rest until we talk.”
The dreaded talk didn’t seem repulsive when discussed from the lips of this gorgeous woman. He slid across to the middle of the bed and rested on one elbow as he faced her. “Then ask.”
He’d tell her everything, no matter how ugly the truth may be in her eyes. He’d learned long ago to never lie about his desires. He just needed to get over his own self-loathing.
“Why?” she whispered.
One word had enough meaning to tighten his lungs. He knew what she meant. No clarification necessary. He’d been asked the same thing numerous times, usually in a heated situation, where the word was an accusation, not a question.
“I’m not entirely sure.” He shrugged. “It’s an addiction of sorts.”
Shit. Shay winced at his confession and he rushed to clarify. “Not to sex.” He stroked a hand down her cheek. “I think I’m hooked on the rush of pride that follows a woman’s orgasm at my hands. I love bringing pleasure. Making someone fall apart is a powerful thing. And having others watch only heightens the sensation.”
She paid no attention to the stroke of his hand. She was emotionally detaching herself, taking a step back even in her almost comatose state. “So Vault of Sin is a part of your life you can’t live without?”
He sucked in a silent breath, not wanting to push her away and not able to lie either. “A woman has the ability to change a man.” He ran his finger under her chin, sliding his thumb along her lower lip.
“I don’t want to change you.” She frowned, clutching the sheet tighter to her chest.
“I know. And I appreciate that.” He wanted so badly to sink his finger between her lips, to feel the rough surface of her tongue against his skin. To change the serious situation to something pleasurable. “I’m prepared to try, Shay. I think that’s all that matters at the moment.”
“Mmm.” Her lids drifted shut. “I want to make you happy,” she murmured. “I’m just not sure I can be the woman you need.”
He remained quiet, listening to her breathing as it became heavier. Even in sleep she was alluring. He lay beside her, continuing to stroke her hair, pulling the sheet down a little to admire the flawless skin of her neck and shoulder. Things between them wouldn’t be easy. Their hurdles were large and overbearing. But taking the chance would be worth it. He could risk rejection one last time. For her.
He just needed to make sure T.J. and Brute were onboard.
The club was a part of the three of them, something Shay probably hadn’t realized, yet. They all spent time downstairs. They all watched. Leo only hoped he was nearby when she figured out being a part of his lifestyle also meant being a part of Brute and T.J.’s
too.
Chapter Nine
Shay woke up on her stomach with a tickling sensation at the low of her back. She frowned, her eyes still closed, and wriggled in an attempt to make it stop.
“It’s already past lunch time, gorgeous.”
She moaned, tilting her head to the deep, smooth voice, and opened one eye a crack. Beside her was the rough-stubbled face of the sexiest man alive.
“Go away,” she groaned and slammed the pillow over her head. Sexy as sin or not, nobody got away with waking her. It was bad enough on a night she’d slept soundly, but last night, or the early hours of today, it had been a constant struggle to stop her mind from churning.
“You sure you don’t want to wake up?”
He smoothed his hand over her ass, delving between her crack to the heat of her pussy. He stroked her to life with two greedy fingers, making her wet within moments, tearing needy whimpers from her throat.
“Leo.”
“Yeah.” He pulled the sheet off her in a flourish and then the heavy weight of his body moved over hers. “You still want to go back to sleep?”
He ground his erection into her ass, the tip of his rubber-covered shaft teasing her until she had to bite the sheets to stop herself from moaning. His hips undulated, his cock inching lower, sinking to the place her body craved him to be. Then he was at her entrance, rubbing himself along her slit, sliding through her arousal.
“Your body may be asleep, but your pussy definitely isn’t,” he drawled with a chuckle.
She threw her pillow away and bucked, trying to get his self-righteous ass off her. “Don’t be a jerk.”
His weight became heavier against her back, the almost silent sound of his breathing brushing her ear. “Tell me to stop and I will. But I’ll never apologize for craving your body.”
Her heart fluttered as he stilled.
“Want me to get off, Shay?”
Her name on his lips was the most alluring sound she’d ever heard. It brought a smile to her mouth and a tingling throb to her muscles. “No.” She tilted her ass so his cock head penetrated. Never.
